So I told him. I told him that I have missed him everyday for the last two years. I told him I still love him and I always will. He told me we could never be in the same room together and he was right. We kissed…and kept kissing…and then our hands were all over each other and it just kept escalating and we eventually ended up in the bedroom…and well we did what felt natural. It was wonderful. Now I am the person I hate. She did the same thing to break my family a part and I’ve done the same thing. I’m separated but he’s not. So we are both still married to other people but we still love each other. I don’t know what is going to happen and even though I should feel bad and guilty, I don’t. I want him back, I want us (including our daughter and son) to be a family again